lone wolf
She was the lone wolf in a pack of pigs who only wanted to build brick houses, secluded, cunning, and lonely. Some of the smart little piggies, befriended her, no questions asked, she ate them for supper. Those who stayed their distance but was friendly to her, were spared, the others, the one that despised the sly wolf, were also eaten. The survival of the fittest, maybe it’s only to be nice but not too nice. In this case, in her case, it was better to be nice but to never get attached, because she was the kind to “bite the hand that fed her.”
Alex was one of those girls, loners many people call them, and she was just an antisocial personality. No one wanted to get too close; they could smell the rejection on her. She was an emotional bomb ready to explode at any moment. The stress was obvious; she was always tense, never laughed, like her purpose to live was to be this robot. This emotionless, companionless robot that no one should love, but some have tried.
She walked the corridors, with her bias skirt down to her knee. Over lapping with the dark shade of purple vest, complimented with a lavender tie under it, like a private school might where, she wore on her own free will, proudly. Her blue long sleeved, button up shirt made her look like a professor, and he grades didn’t help that judgment.
All of her teachers adored her, naturally, someone who knows the material, doesn’t need extra help, and yet still make the teacher look great, also known as, a teacher’s pet. She was at the top of the class, no one thought other wise, she was like this invisible computer that was impossible to beat so why try? This perception didn’t help her social life, or lack there of, she was alone, not even a parent to help her. The only reason she was trying to achieve perfection was so her parents might show her some affection, but, her parents knew the secret everyone knew, that one day, Alex would blow, no matter how nice, a wolf is a wolf.
It didn’t stop people from trying though; there wee plenty that simply wanted to be her friend. They laughed and talked about current things, one of he friends, Al, maybe her best friend in the world, treated her quiet nicely. They took walks in the park he bought her lunch, she bought him a flower. It was almost love, not in love though, even though that’s what Alex thought.
Later in their lives, around the time they both turned 35, both had relationship, good and bad, Alex asked Al, “maybe we should get married; I mean we are best friends, maybe we love each other. You love me right? Well then if we love each other then why not?”
Al took her hand and looked deep in to her eyes, those deep dark sea blue eyes that seemed too deep for anyone to swim. “Alex, sweaty, you know I love you with all of my heart but, I know in my heart that we aren’t meant to be, I’m sorry I love you and I hope we can remain really good friends, because I wouldn’t give it up for the entire world.”
As those words escaped his lips, his breath inhaling, exhaling, his heart beating normally, Alex slid out of her leathered colored chair and stood behind her best friend. She looked down at him, slowly slid her hands onto his shoulders, bent down, and whispered into her ear, “I know you’re my best friend and I love you with all my heart, but you rejecting me aren’t quite working for me thanks.”
She grabbed the rope form the table be side her, the table her never to be husband gave her, she rapped it around his neck, all moving very fast, too fast for any rational person to think. She squeezed the rope as tight as possible, as hard and as fast as possible. And then suddenly, the entire fast moving images stopped, like peace had finally came to Alex, but peace wasn’t the only thing Alex desired. She needed affection.
That was about an hour ago, before, the rain started crashing down hard, before the lightening threatened everyone driving life, before Alex was trapped in this party filled with people she was at when she proposed to Al. She was trapped in a maze and she couldn’t find her cheese of freedom. The party had died down a tad, only about six were remaining.
The host of course, the rich snobby one that paid for it all, the slut the host was most likely entertaining, a doctor one of the host’s close friends and another shy fellow hardly talked at all, were all there, and could all be in the way of Alex’s way. Or, she could take care of all of them one by one and they wouldn’t understand her until it was too late. No one could get in her way.
She started talking to the guests, socializing a little, going from room to room nothing terribly exciting. It was mostly routine mingling with the rich people. But then, they changed, almost as if they were trying to figure her out, they were asking more direct questions, like the were trying to find a piece to the puzzle. Alex would never let that happen, Alex was way too smart for them.
Then the host suggested they go to the study for some brandy, maybe some coffee, dinner had past and they needed something to do with their mouths besides, talk about topic they had no clue what they were taking about, so they drank. Alex didn’t though, she had to stay alert incase someone tried anything funny.
After a few drinks , the guests eyes started to change, their facial expressions, it was like they were taken over by the devil, their eyes seem to target Alex’s soul and investigate anything she had to hide, and finally she heard a voice say, “I know who killed him.”
Her heart raced, “they found the body? Oh no I’m dead and they out smarted me, how could they of? I was here the whole time, no one left, it’s impossible.” She thought
“It was Ms. White, in the billiard room, with the rope.” The voice stated as a fact.
“How did they know my last name was Ms.White???” Alex said in a dazed and confused tone.
It was all a game, but not to Alex, she was a seriously disturbed person, and the child helped prove that she had killed Mr. Albert Body with a series of clues he collected from the scene of the crime. Alex pled insanity for her defense and the judge ruled in her defense and now she is locked up in an insane asylum, all thanks to the junior crime fighter.
Some people never change, they can never be loved. Sometimes, people don’t deserve love, or attention. No one should use physical aggression to solve their social problems. Love isn’t to be taken lighty, love is something one is willing to die for. Alex was willing to die for Al, simply kill for. Once a lone wolf always a lone wolf.
Alex was one of those girls, loners many people call them, and she was just an antisocial personality. No one wanted to get too close; they could smell the rejection on her. She was an emotional bomb ready to explode at any moment. The stress was obvious; she was always tense, never laughed, like her purpose to live was to be this robot. This emotionless, companionless robot that no one should love, but some have tried.
She walked the corridors, with her bias skirt down to her knee. Over lapping with the dark shade of purple vest, complimented with a lavender tie under it, like a private school might where, she wore on her own free will, proudly. Her blue long sleeved, button up shirt made her look like a professor, and he grades didn’t help that judgment.
All of her teachers adored her, naturally, someone who knows the material, doesn’t need extra help, and yet still make the teacher look great, also known as, a teacher’s pet. She was at the top of the class, no one thought other wise, she was like this invisible computer that was impossible to beat so why try? This perception didn’t help her social life, or lack there of, she was alone, not even a parent to help her. The only reason she was trying to achieve perfection was so her parents might show her some affection, but, her parents knew the secret everyone knew, that one day, Alex would blow, no matter how nice, a wolf is a wolf.
It didn’t stop people from trying though; there wee plenty that simply wanted to be her friend. They laughed and talked about current things, one of he friends, Al, maybe her best friend in the world, treated her quiet nicely. They took walks in the park he bought her lunch, she bought him a flower. It was almost love, not in love though, even though that’s what Alex thought.
Later in their lives, around the time they both turned 35, both had relationship, good and bad, Alex asked Al, “maybe we should get married; I mean we are best friends, maybe we love each other. You love me right? Well then if we love each other then why not?”
Al took her hand and looked deep in to her eyes, those deep dark sea blue eyes that seemed too deep for anyone to swim. “Alex, sweaty, you know I love you with all of my heart but, I know in my heart that we aren’t meant to be, I’m sorry I love you and I hope we can remain really good friends, because I wouldn’t give it up for the entire world.”
As those words escaped his lips, his breath inhaling, exhaling, his heart beating normally, Alex slid out of her leathered colored chair and stood behind her best friend. She looked down at him, slowly slid her hands onto his shoulders, bent down, and whispered into her ear, “I know you’re my best friend and I love you with all my heart, but you rejecting me aren’t quite working for me thanks.”
She grabbed the rope form the table be side her, the table her never to be husband gave her, she rapped it around his neck, all moving very fast, too fast for any rational person to think. She squeezed the rope as tight as possible, as hard and as fast as possible. And then suddenly, the entire fast moving images stopped, like peace had finally came to Alex, but peace wasn’t the only thing Alex desired. She needed affection.
That was about an hour ago, before, the rain started crashing down hard, before the lightening threatened everyone driving life, before Alex was trapped in this party filled with people she was at when she proposed to Al. She was trapped in a maze and she couldn’t find her cheese of freedom. The party had died down a tad, only about six were remaining.
The host of course, the rich snobby one that paid for it all, the slut the host was most likely entertaining, a doctor one of the host’s close friends and another shy fellow hardly talked at all, were all there, and could all be in the way of Alex’s way. Or, she could take care of all of them one by one and they wouldn’t understand her until it was too late. No one could get in her way.
She started talking to the guests, socializing a little, going from room to room nothing terribly exciting. It was mostly routine mingling with the rich people. But then, they changed, almost as if they were trying to figure her out, they were asking more direct questions, like the were trying to find a piece to the puzzle. Alex would never let that happen, Alex was way too smart for them.
Then the host suggested they go to the study for some brandy, maybe some coffee, dinner had past and they needed something to do with their mouths besides, talk about topic they had no clue what they were taking about, so they drank. Alex didn’t though, she had to stay alert incase someone tried anything funny.
After a few drinks , the guests eyes started to change, their facial expressions, it was like they were taken over by the devil, their eyes seem to target Alex’s soul and investigate anything she had to hide, and finally she heard a voice say, “I know who killed him.”
Her heart raced, “they found the body? Oh no I’m dead and they out smarted me, how could they of? I was here the whole time, no one left, it’s impossible.” She thought
“It was Ms. White, in the billiard room, with the rope.” The voice stated as a fact.
“How did they know my last name was Ms.White???” Alex said in a dazed and confused tone.
It was all a game, but not to Alex, she was a seriously disturbed person, and the child helped prove that she had killed Mr. Albert Body with a series of clues he collected from the scene of the crime. Alex pled insanity for her defense and the judge ruled in her defense and now she is locked up in an insane asylum, all thanks to the junior crime fighter.
Some people never change, they can never be loved. Sometimes, people don’t deserve love, or attention. No one should use physical aggression to solve their social problems. Love isn’t to be taken lighty, love is something one is willing to die for. Alex was willing to die for Al, simply kill for. Once a lone wolf always a lone wolf.